As the sands of time fills the hourglass The lines weighing on our face as the days pass Panic setting in, our mortality A picture-perfect reminiscence of what used to be Like a car crash, like a car crash The coiled serpent seared away by the sun Like a car crash, like a car crash A dead-eyed vision of what could have been done Bloodshot restless nights, wings now clipped with age The ghost of promise echoes louder at this tired stage The teething of regret, clamps at wasted years Imperative of shedding skin infused with future fears Like a car crash, like a car crash The coiled serpent seared away by the sun Like a car crash, like a car crash A dead-eyed vision of what could have been done The paint dries quicker in a blurry shattered state Waiting impatient for the end For the scythe swings closer while pray for the cull The grains slipping quick beneath the bends It was all a waste, our presence in this place We claw and writhe into the fire Oh the burdens of our youth Only longed for now deceased The former flower dries and wilts with stale desire It was all a waste, our presence in this place It was all a waste, our presence in this place It was all a waste, our presence in this place